The story is what I would call pointless and meandering. It aims to be gritty and realistic, but only succeeds in being gritty, because the characters' actions often make no sense.
The characters themselves are shallow cardboard cutouts, with dialog cut and paste from every ABC cop show since Phoenix. It is a tragic waste of a perfectly decent cast.
James Frecheville's character is basically a block of wood, who stands around the entire film with one expression - a combination of anxiety and disbelief. Ben Mendelson tries hard to be the sinister villain of the piece, but unfortunately the plot doesn't really allow him to be all that sinister. Laura Wheelwright has nice legs, that's the only good thing I can say about the cast.
It is technically competent, and the cast is decent. But at the end of the day, it suffers from a problems that plagues Australian films these days - poor storytelling.
The characters themselves are shallow cardboard cutouts, with dialog cut and paste from every ABC cop show since Phoenix. It is a tragic waste of a perfectly decent cast.
James Frecheville's character is basically a block of wood, who stands around the entire film with one expression - a combination of anxiety and disbelief. Ben Mendelson tries hard to be the sinister villain of the piece, but unfortunately the plot doesn't really allow him to be all that sinister. Laura Wheelwright has nice legs, that's the only good thing I can say about the cast.
It is technically competent, and the cast is decent. But at the end of the day, it suffers from a problems that plagues Australian films these days - poor storytelling.